Lyrics

I was raised on , beans and biscuit,
Down a dirt road, was my home.
Second hand is, what they call me,
Second hand and worn out clothes.
Miss Dorothy Lee, was my mother,
And she always, cared for me.
She could’nt write na’ll , could hardly read,
But she had Jesus, that`s all we need.
Oh the road is, sho nuff narrow,
And my way is, rough and steep.
If He cares for, the little Sparrow,
Then I know, He cares for me.
HE CARES FOR ME,
YES I KNOW, HE CARES FOR ME,
Paxton Lane, Old Hertford Road,
A little church house,
We use to go.
Choir singing mighty loud,
Watch the old folks,
Jump and shout.
Every hair that’s on my head,
Hel knows the number
The good book said,
And if the cares for
The wild flowers,
How much more the lord cares for me.
Yes I know, he cares for,
I’m just a poor low down stranger,
I’m a long way from my home,
Like the sunshine on every sinner,
I know the sun shines down on me.
He’s my lawyer, in the court room,
He’s my doctor, when I’m down and out.
He’s my savior, he heals my broken heart,
And when I’m all alone, he’s my rock.
Yes I know, he cares for,
This much I know ,
And if the cares for
The wild flowers,
How much more the lord cares for me.
Yes I know, I know , I know, I know
He cares for.
Lyrics Wilson Blount
Composition Wilson Blount / Glen Scott